Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacob Miller to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.